Ras y Berwyn

Race: Ras y Berwyn (13m/3500ft/AL)
Time/Position: 1:59:47 (11th from 98 [3rd V40])
The second race of this year's Welsh Championships and, after a disastrous performance at Mynydd Troed, it was important to at least get round this long course reasonably efficiently. All this was secondary to the fact that I was really looking forward to the race, as this area is notorious for its access problems, with this the first ever event taking in these very runnable peaks. Peter had done a great job of organisation. Indeed, we had reccied it with him in March. Since then, however, significant changes had been made to the route to assist nesting birds. So it was that we started from Llandrillo then headed up the delightfully runnable tracks south below Cefn Pen Lletty to eventually enter the open hillside and the inevitable, immediate bog: including two waist deep river crossings. Weeks of rain rendered the subsequent long climb via Cwm Tywyll to the top of Cadair Berwyn an energy sapping trudge. I got caught by Simon E and three others as I crested the summit, now sunny, in 52m. This helped as I tried to stick with the group for the superb running south along the ridge towards the climb up Moel Sych. The ridge then curves east, the highlight of the event, with great views down into the wild cwm containing Llyn Lluncaws. Good descending, though awkward, down to the lake before a tough climb back up to ridge at Moel yr Ewig. I began to catch the group here, and went ahead during the awkward contouring east of the main Berwyn ridge. A tough climb up to CP5, surprised that the route didn't take in Tomle (as the reccie did), before enjoying the other big highlight of the old Ffordd y Saeson down to Bwlch Maen Gwynedd. I struggled a bit on the final climb up Cadair Bronwen but, to my surprise, made up some ground on the superb long descent over Moel Pearce. This gives exhilarating flat-out running down wet trenches, followed by streaming paths and finally the rough road from Moel Ty Uchaf back down to Llandrillo. I measured my length once, but no harm done, and gained one place to just dip inside two hours. A superb addition to the calendar.

Up the Beast fell race

Race: Up the Beast (4.5m/1500ft/AS)
Time/Position: 37:33 (6th from 74 [2nd V40])
An unmissable local event, always a pleasure, despite the fact that it is possibly the steepest fell race in North Wales for short sections (it's still dubbed a 'trail race' in certain places, amusingly enough). I thoroughly enjoyed the initial run through the woods, and the first steep scramble through the limestone crags that gives this race its 'character', but blew comprehensively on the final run back through the woods. Might have been tired after last week's activities in the Highlands, but can't really use that as an excuse - the main issue is that I'm losing time on all the descents at the moment. Simon E went past on Bryn Alyn, but I managed to stay with him until the descent of the Beast when he pulled away. I rather hoped I might catch him on the run-in, but instead I slowed to a crawl and was passed by another runner to end up 6th. I was three places down on last year, well over half a minute slower.

A'Chralaig

Peaks: A'Chralaig (1120m)
Area: Cluanie, Lochalsh
I had time for a very quick outing on our journey back home from Glenelg. This probably wasn't the ideal choice, as it was too close to the start of the long drive, but I thought the weather might be worse further south. Kate and the kids had a drink at the Cluanie Inn while I treated A'Chralaig as one big training blast. In this respect, at least, it was ideally suited: a big brute of a hill with an unrelenting steep climb from the road NE to gain the surprisingly long and enjoyable south ridge. I managed to run the vast majority of this, having enjoyed a rest day on Skye yesterday (apart from a walk with E up the lower summit of Sgurr na Coinnich above Kylerhea). Indeed, I really enjoyed the gentler running up the long ridge. I hadn't quite appreciated the sheer size of this hill, much higher than the South Glen Shiel ridge opposite, and took 40 minutes to reach the cairn from the road. Clag on top, sadly: I would have been better off waiting until further south for my outing after all. I'd promised Kate I'd be back at Cluanie in around an hour, so pelted flat out down the ridge - superbly exhilarating with the mist clearing and some sunshine peaking through, revealing the Inn way below, framed in front of Thursday's peaks. The entire descent gave wonderful downhill running and I was back at the pub about 25m after leaving the summit. A long drive home to flood-hit Wales followed, sorry to be leaving after another tremendous Highland week of perfect weather.

South Glen Shiel ridge

Peaks: Creag a'Mhaim (947m), Druim Shionnach (987m), Aonach air Chrith (1021m), Maol Chinn Dearg (981m), Sgurr Coire na Feinne (902m), Sgurr an Doire Leathain (1010m), Sgurr an Lochain (1004m)
Area: Glen Shiel, Lochalsh
After a rest yesterday, pottering around the brochs and coastline of Glenelg, another early start this morning saw me preparing to dash along the South Glen Shiel Ridge. This was the scene of my abortive traverse on Sunday, when I simply ran out of time. This morning, however, I was a bit more relaxed, having arranged to meet the family at the Cluanie Inn for lunch. Contrary to the forecast, the weather had remained superb and, even better, a cloud inversion seemed on the cards as I set off from Cluanie in amazing conditions of mist and sunshine. The old road to Tomtoun is very runnable, albeit 6k or more in length, and I set off at a brisk jog watching tendrils of mist drape A'Chralaig and the other big peaks north of Loch Cluanie. I entered the mist at the road's highpoint, and viz dropped instantly to a matter of a few feet. This made identifying the correct path tricky, and I wasted some time ensuring I was on the right route before continuing to run upwards in a bid to pop out of the mist. I did so around the 500m mark. So began an enchanting few hours as the valley cloud and light wisps of higher mist formed a beautiful foreground to the distant views down to Ben Nevis. The nearby peaks of Spidean Malaich and Gleouraich were even more photogenic, however. A thick sea of cloud remained in all the valleys as I crested the summit of Creag a'Mhaim in 75m from the road. Good running then led to an unexpected narrowing of the ridge up to Druim Shoinnach - a fine ascent with nice views of the lochans in the cwm south. Some mist on the summit, which melted away as I continued down the grassy ridge towards the day's highpoint at Aonach air Chrith. Stunning clarity of light now: the cloud inversion still present, deep blue sky above, this most famous of ridge traverses completely to myself. Indeed, I was perhaps the only person witnessing the inversion at this hour of the day? I set a reasonable pace, jogging the descents and flat sections, but had no real need to rush: just as well, given these very special conditions. The peaks along this ridge do not have a strong individual identity but the route is tremendously enjoyable. Some surprisingly narrow and rocky sections at times, and great views over to Loch Quioch and back across to the Five Sisters. I took in the smaller summit of Sgurr Coire na Feinne before ploughing on to the much higher Sgurr an Doire Leathain. Great views across to Sgurr an Lochain, easily the most distinctive peak on the ridge, towards which I now made my way. After a quick bite on the summit, I picked out the most comfortable way down to Glen Shiel (having done the remainder of the ridge last Sunday). I went down the very well defined, steep east ridge, which levels off lower down to a moraine-like grassy ridge just below the lake. A nice little corrie. I then contoured around boggy ground to pick up some deer tracks across the very steep spur coming down from Doire Leathain. All this was saving me a mile or two of road running! From here, it was a relatively simple matter to pick my way down to the road through the lower conifers, emerging east of the Lapain car park. Superb crystal clear views of the Five Sisters as all clouds melted away, yet again. The run back to Cluanie along the road was not too bad, and I made it back before midday.

Five Sisters of Kintail

Peaks: Sgurr na Ciste Dubh (1027), Sgurr na Carnach (1002), Sgurr Fhuaran (1067), Sgurr nan Saighead (929), Beinn Bhuidhe (869)
Area: Glen Shiel, Lochalsh
The forecast had long been predicting a change in the weather for this afternoon. I wasn't too bothered, having already enjoyed three superb outings, but thought I'd make an early start in advance of the supposedly incoming front. Furthermore, I didn't want to compromise the family holiday, so left very early in low temperatures (-1C!). Began ploughing up the slopes to the Bealach na Lapain before 5am, although in my haste took a path too far left that had obviously been beaten out by munro baggers as it quickly contoured left to finally gain the ridge at the col between Spainteach and Sgurr na Ciste Dubh. This was annoying, as I wanted to do the full ridge, but as I emerged at the small col into the sunshine all was forgiven. Frost decorated the ridge, and the low sun provided wonderful views in all directions. A light morning mist boiled up from Glen Affric, lending a magical atmosphere to the traverse. Tendrils of mist lapped up the ridge to the north, while views south to the Saddle and Sgritheall remained crystal clear. I scampered up to the fine rocky summit of Ciste Dubh (1hr from road) to enjoy the show with a breakfast banana. Onward prospects were superb, as this is undoubtedly one of the finest ridges in the UK. Sgurr Fhuaran, in particular, is a cracking, dominant peak. Some short scrambly sections down to the pronounced col below Sgurr na Carnach, which gives a short but steep ascent and is another fine viewpoint and pronounced individual summit. The light mist was still lending a magical quality to the traverse as I embarked on the long mild scramble to the top of Fhuaran, still only just after 6am with the entire ridge to myself. I took every rock step as direct as possible to maximise enjoyment, but it was necessary to seek out difficulties. As the highest peak on the ridge, so obvious from the Mam Ratagan pass, Fhuaran is a marvellous viewpoint, some say the best in Scotland. For me, the view down Loch Duich towards the Cuillin was most notable, but light mist showed off the remote Affric peaks to perfection. Distant views to Ben Nevis and Liathach also impressed. I could have descended from here, but opted to prolongue the traverse by descending the fine, steep ridge and sticking to the crest to give some unexpected but good scrambling up Sgurr nan Saighead - which has a distinctive outline, throwing down a series of impressive ribs on the Affric side. Looked like some good winter gullies hereabouts. From Saighead I continued over the subsidiary peak of Beinn Bhuidhe. This took me even further down Glen Shiel but I was enjoying the ridge so much I didn't want it to end. I opted to take the ridiculously steep direct descent direct to Glen Shiel from here. It was indeed direct, but a completely trackless blend of tussocks and heather - an unpleasant echo of 'time-saving' navigation tactics on mountain marathons. Once in the glen I forded the river and hopped over the fence to the road. Cue a very long run back along the road to my car - at least 10k, maybe more. I was back at the cottage in Glenelg before 10.30am, in time for brunch.

Beinn Sgritheall

Peaks: Beinn Sgritheall (974)
Area: Glenelg, Lochalsh
After rockpooling on the shores of Loch Hourn yesterday, it was an easy decision to drive back to magical Arnisdale for a family ascent of this distinctive and notoriously steep peak. I doubted whether we would all make the top, but thought the bealach would make a satisfactory viewpoint while I ran up the main peak and later took the keener E up the smaller Corbett. The weather was perfect again as we set off from this most tranquil of hamlets to weave up towards the very steep spur that leads up the bealach. Loch Hourn twinkling below: the views opening out over Knoydart, allowing me to relive my memorable trip there back in 1998, based around Sourlies bothy. The children did not enjoy the steep ascent, but it levels off half-way up to a contouring path that leads into a perfect little hidden gorge. A perfect family lunch/play spot, so I continued upwards giving myself an hour to get back. Steep striding led to boggier ground near the pass, then even steeper scree slopes - unrelenting - to the lower subsidiary summit. Superb running along the easy ridge, with fabulous views of sea, loch and mountain down to Loch Hourn, over to Ladhar Bheinn, Sgurr na Ciche and the rest of Knoydart, and down to the mysterious northern corries of Sgritheall. Surely one of the best views in Scotland, which gets even better from the true summit: with the Cuillin, Rum, Eigg and Torridon dominant. Sadly, I had to tear myself away and pelted down the screes, tearing my innov-8s to shreds in the process. Steep running down the turfy sections led back to the gorge and a quick lunch before we all walked down the slopes to Arnisdale and a memorable coffee break at the eccentric Tea Shack in Corran. The views over Knoydart, and back up to Sgritheall, were even better from Corran as all the cloud gradually melted away.

The Saddle to Creag nan Damh

Peaks: The Saddle (1010/3314), Sgurr na Sgine (944/3098), Sgurr a'Bhac Chaolais (885), Creag nan Damh (918)
Area: Glen Shiel, Scotland
After arriving in Glenelg yesterday afternoon, we relaxed by the shores of Loch Hourn in more stunning weather this morning, before I headed off for a short outing above Glen Shiel in the afternoon. Kate dropped me off in the valley, giving me just under four hours to do as much as I could. My plan was to head up the Saddle via the superb-looking Forcan ridge, and then try to get as far as possible along the South Glen Shiel ridge. This went well initially, as the route takes a very runnable stalker's path to the col between Meallan Odhar and Biod an Fhithich. The col gives tremendous views towards the NE ridges and cwms of the Saddle. But my plans for a quick ascent began to be altered as I started the scrambling, because the Forcan ridge was both better and longer than I'd expected, and it seemed inappropriate to rush. Initial slabs lead to a great view and a horizontal ridge, before more sustained scrambling up a steeper section gain the top of Sgurr nan Forcan and a cracking, much photographed onward view. The narrow ridge ends in a scrambling descent, all highly enjoyable, before a sharp crest gains the final easier rocks to the summit. Great views of Glenelg, the Cuillin, the Five Sisters and the South Glen Shiel ridge. The weather again just became clearer and sunnier as I jogged down the easy broad gully towards the Bealach Coire Mhalagain. A sharp pull from here gains the end of the ridge of Faochag ('the whelk': conspicuous and highly photogenic from Glen Shiel). A surprisingly tough extra ascent leads south to more remote territory, eventually gaining the twin summits of Sgurr na Sgine. This is another fine hill, hidden from Glen Shiel, with a craggy southern face. These crags made my onward route problematic, as a long traverse is then required to gain awkward bouldery terrain leading east below the south face of Sgine to a bealach above Coire Toite. An awful, but unavoidable, pull up pathless, rough terrain gains the flat top of Sgurr a'Bhac Chaolais. Surprisingly steep and draining, but good running down the easier eastern ridge finally gains Bealach Duibh Leac and the start of the South Glen Shiel ridge proper. I was running out of time by now, however, so kept a decent pace going for the featureless slopes of Creag nan Damh which mercifully gave way to some mild scrambling near the top. As I descended towards Sgurr Beag I decided to play it safe and contacted Kate to arrange a meeting at the Battle Site, descending into the remote Am Fraioch Coire. This is a superb, wild spot high above Glen Shiel: tremendous views to the Five Sisters. Hot sunshine now as I descended towards the waterfall, feeling uneasy about the onward route. Sure enough, a line of crags meant I had to traverse up the ridge to the west before fashioning an intricate and unpleasant downward route through bands of wet slabs and mossy gullies to gain the sunlit, much gentler lower coire and a delightful path. I pelted down here to arrive at the meeting place bang on time.

Aonach Eagach

Peaks: Am Bodach (940/3085), Meall Dearg (953/3126), Stob Coire Leith (939/3080), Sgorr nam Fiannaidh (967/3172)
Area: Glencoe, Scotland
En route to our holiday cottage in Glenelg, and wonderful weather meant there was a good opportunity to traverse this most famous of ridges while the family had lunch at the Clachaig. After staying near Glasgow, Kate dropped me off in Glencoe at the start of the route up Am Bodach. This is too steep to be properly runnable, but I was well rested and enjoyed the sustained effort - gaining height very rapidly to reach the summit of Am Bodach in 49 minutes from the road. Superb views across to Bidean, over to the Ben and the Mamores and beyond. The downclimb from Am Bodach to the col gives sustained and enjoyable scrambling on huge holds. Good running along the broader ridge to the summit of Meall Dearg followed. I'd now caught the early starters and had to apologise for passing so many on the narrow ridge - at least 40 or 50 people. My time was limited, however, so it had to be done! The scrambling was not as continuous as I'd expected, but still excellent - particularly the initial downclimb from Meall Dearg to a good chimney which gains an easy section before the excellent pinnacles, one or two of which are exposed in places but always with huge holds. The weather just got better as the day went on - a real shame I couldn't rest a while to properly absorb the view and enjoy the warm sunshine: rushing seemed somewhat inappropriate in superb weather like this, but there is a balance to be struck on family holidays. The final pinnacle gives exposed scrambling up the right-hand side and, in general, the ridge feels much less escapeable than, say, An Teallach: the pinnacles feel like mini-Alpine style gendarmes rather than optional entertainment. Good running up the easy slopes to Stob Coire Leith then over to Fiannaidh in 1:50 from the road (partly due to hold-ups on the ridge). Terrific views over Loch Leven to Garbh Beinn and over to Cruachan, Mull and Knoydart. Ran flat-out down the very steep scree slopes direct to Loch Achtriochan, just over 20 minutes to the road - 2:19 road-to-road for the full traverse.

Idwal climbing

Crag/Peak: Cwm Idwal/Cneifion/Clogwyn Du/Glyder Fawr
Routes: Heather Wall (VS 4b,4c:led p.2), Tennis Shoe p.3,4 (HS), Piton Route (VS 4c:sec), Pillar Chimney p.1 (led), Manx Wall (HS 4b,4b:led p.1)
Another classic Idwal enchainment up multiple routes in perfect weather: this was always going to be a real treat. The outing wasn't quite on the same scale as our last visit to the cwm in 2010, but involved a more concerted attempt to exploit the superb week of dry weather that we've had. Manx Wall, in particular, is a classic slow drying high mountain route that has been a target of mine for many years. We started, however, on Heather Wall - a mild VS on the dark East Wall of the Slabs. Even after all the dry weather, the start was still greasy, but the route was excellent - far better than I'd expected. Vic led a long (30m+) pitch up the centre of the obvious slab. This gives delightful 4b moves throughout, slabby and elegant, with some lovely sharp pockets. Superb compact rock throughout, not a hint of polish although perhaps slightly bold in places. I led the slightly harder top pitch which leaves the small belay on the apex of the slab to traverse left on good holds (I'd led this bit before, when we did East Wall Girdle). A little wall leads to a bulge and tiny thread. A couple of steep moves up gain good holds before a gentler groove curves round rightwards to a stance below Tennis Shoe. We then scrambled up the gentle middle pitches of Tennis Shoe on the left of the slabs before heading diagonally rightwards for Holly Tree Wall. We did this as one giant pitch, then had lunch, before Vic led the very fine Piton Route. I've done most of the other routes up here, but not this one. It gives an awkward early crux, in the mould of neighbouring Original Route, with tricky moves up a steep groove to gain more amenable climbing up a delightful rib. Very enjoyable relaxed mild VS climbing leads up the steep rib to the top: fun even with a big sac. We then traversed left, sustained scrambling, to gain obscure scrambling and easy climbing up the broken crags left of Senior's Ridge. This gives a fine upward route into Cwm Cneifion, which was drenched in sunshine. I've been up here maybe 10-15 times before, but had never seen it like this: more like Wadi Rum than a north-facing Welsh cwm. We drank from the stream then weaved up towards the intimidating Clogwyn Du. I've done a good few winter climbs up here, but had never done Manx Wall. It's a rare prize, as the crag is the ultimate slow-drying venue, feasible only in conditions like this. A steep slog gains Pillar Chimney, which then gives an enjoyable, highly atmospheric scramble for 100ft or so, up to a grassy slope below the chimney proper. It took some time to identify the line of Manx Wall, as there are several left-slanting lines of weakness. However, I tentatively set out along the series of small ledges and intermittent grooves than soon lead out over the crag. Bone dry throughout. I ended up merging the first three pitches of the original route, two tricky grooves being the highlight, until a very exposed traverse left along a footledge gains a thread belay in a great location. The top pitch is even more remarkable, up a slabby crack before a stomach traverse (very awkward to second with a big sac!) gains a small ledge. Good holds allow you to stand on the small exposed platform, reach up for enormous jugs, and use small footholds to gain a higher crack and easy climbing to the top. Exhilarating stuff, and certainly a route that packs a great deal of climbing into its 56 metres! Fabulous clarity of light as we topped out on the summit of Glyder Fawr, before jogging down (me taking the full sac) to gain the mild scrambling of Senior's Ridge followed by the more sustained scrambling in East Wall Gully. Perfect evening sunshine throughout. Summit of Glyder Fawr to my front door in a pleasingly efficient 2:15, after jogging the Idwal path and jumping straight into the car for the 65 mile journey.

Cwm Silyn climbing

Crag: Craig yr Ogof, Cwm Silyn
Routes: Kirkus's Route (VS 4c,4b,4c,4c: led p.1,3), Outside Edge (VD: led p.1,2,5)
The superb weather continues, so we headed up to one of the classic Welsh mountain crags - a long drive beyond Penygroes for me, which is a partial explanation for why I haven't climbed at Cwm Silyn for 20 years. Mick and I treated the walk-in as training, ploughing along the gentle initial path in glorious morning sunshine, wonderful views of the two lakes, before heading straight up the scree with heavy sacks. We went for the classic VS of Kirkus's Route, which takes a highly appealing direct line straight up the right-hand side of the huge slab of Craig yr Ogof. I led the first pitch, which goes up blocky shelves to gain a rightward-trending diagonal crack. This gives excellent climbing up small, sharp holds, and sets the tone for the rest of the route. The trickiest section, possibly the crux of the whole route, comes towards the top but it is all quite easy. Mick then led through an easier second pitch, through a wet groove to gain an easy staircase to the obvious break. My third pitch required a bit of route-finding: indeed the entire route is remarkably unpolished. I wandered around a bit, to ensure I was on the right line, before enjoying superbly delicate climbing up sharp pockets. Perfect friction for a couple of moves over small overlaps. The sun was now upon us, and we began to warm up, but it was never desperately hot. I followed Mick up the excellent final pitch, big holds up another staircase to a beautiful clean slab. Delicate climbing up this allows for a higher pull over an overlap. An excellent route, with gently sustained easy VS climbing all the way, perhaps the most purely enjoyable route of its type in Snowdonia. We descended the Great Stone Shoot with surprising ease, then climbed out up Outside Edge after lunch. I did this route with Tim 20 years ago: it is, of course, one of the great easy Welsh classics (perhaps the best VD in Wales). I merged the first two pitches into one giant 45m haul, and our big sacs failed to spoil the fun of the easy groove followed by the superb rising leftward traverse. Probably steeper than Kirkus's, but huge holds ease progress. Mick led a 10m pitch to Sunset ledge before merging the final two pitches to the top. So, we almost managed the route in two pitches! Sunset ledge is a superb place, especially in this weather, and it was nice to linger there, lying down in the sunshine, as Mick led through: great views down to the lakes and the coast. I clearly remember being deflated by the final two pitches of Outside Edge when I did it - this was (I now realise) because we actually finished up the vastly inferior Ordinary Route! So I'd never done the top of Outside Edge before - it gives more excellent climbing in a superb position up ribs near the arete then up a tricky groove to a final pull over a bulge. I led a final pitch up the easy ridge before we walked along to the summit of Craig Cwm Silyn then down the ridge past hundreds of swifts and house martins to join the main path much lower down.

Rhyl 5k

Race: Rhyl Suncentre 5k (North Wales 5k Championships)
Time/Position: 16:54 (6th from 93 [2nd V40])
As I was supposed to be abroad this week, I hadn't planned on doing this race. But the cancelled flight meant that it became an ideal opportunity for an evening speed session. Lovely tranquil summer evening, and a fine seaside race from the Suncentre out towards Prestatyn and the golf course. I've been struggling with another knee niggle, so thought this would be a good test in racing flats. I was therefore pleased and quite relieved to feel reasonably good, particularly as I haven't done intervals for a couple of months: no major problems from the knee, just a few aches. A slight headwind on the return leg meant the last couple of kilometres were slightly slower than the first three, but I felt relatively comfortable until having to dig in for the last 500m - mum's encouragement a great help at this point! I don't do many 5k's (the last one was in 2010), so this was a narrow PB by 5 seconds.

Clogwyn Cyrau climbing

Crag: Clogwyn Cyrau, Betws y Coed
Routes: Bombers Wall route one (HS 4b,4b:led p.1), Jingling Wall (HS 4b:sec), Central Route variant (VS 4b:led), Swing High (VS 4b:sec), Academy (HS 4b:led), The Groove (VD:sol), Sion (S:sol), Siencyn (S:led)
After a disastrous start to the week, a cancelled flight and an opportunity missed, a great weather forecast meant that at least there was a chance to salvage something. Some climbing was in order as a distraction from the disappointment, and it looked like the whole week would be dry and sunny. This trip to Betws was therefore merely an ideal relaxed aperitif as we waited for bigger targets on the high crags to dry out for later in the week. I ticked a good number of the Cyrau classics during my last visit here in 2009, but hadn't done Bombers Wall before so led up its steepish initial groove to gain easier climbing to a big flake. Mick led up through the steep but juggy groove. Mick then led the best route here, Jingling Wall, which I've done before: excellent sun-drenched climbing up the wide groove to a slab, then the final steep groove. Superb views across the valley to Siabod. After lunch I set off up Central Route and took a right-hand variation away from the seemingly unprotected moves on the left-hand version. Swing High is a nice route further right on Conwy buttress. It goes 10m up the fine Conwy Corner (done before) before breaking off across the left wall, a fun hand traverse, to gain the juggy arete. A pleasant finish up the edge, much easier, gains the top. My lead, Academy, was dirty and greasy low down, before a big thread eases the passage to moves right across a rib on superb pocketed rock - echoes of Chateaudouble earlier this month - before moving left to a steep and surprisingly committing finish over a bulge. A good route which needs more traffic. Finished off by playing around on the easy routes on the smaller crag further right.

La Trinite climbing

Crag: La Trinite, Monaco/Nice, France
Routes: Croustillant (f4:led), Formes Ancestrales (f4+:sec), Exces de Vitesse (f4:sec), Anticalcaire (f5:led), Cinq Froid C'est Dur (f5:sec), Besoins Naturels (f5+/6a:led), Echec aux Maths (f5:sec), Courte Tisana (f4:sec)
Expectations were low for this, our 'airport crag' day. With a flight at 5pm, our choices were inevitably limited to the smaller crags near Nice and, having scratched around on very polished routes in places like Colle Sur Loup in the past, we approached La Trinite expecting something similar. The location isn't promising, either, below the A8 although not too far from Eze and Monaco. In the event, we barely even realised that the motorway was above, and we even had views up towards the Maritime foothills. Best of all, though, even though this is a disused quarry the routes are remarkably good. Some very striking lines, with distinctive and varied characters and styles of climbing and a spread of grades. I kicked off with a lead of Croustillant, which reminded me of the F5 at Castle Inn, a juggy romp up a steep wall on lovely flowstone holds - little stalactites and sharp jugs. Seconded the route to its left, similar, before following Vic up the inferior Exces de Vitesse. I assume the 3 stars in the guidebook was a mistake, because this slabby route with sloping holds was more like something from Trevor Rocks. Things improved dramatically with Anticalcaire, my lead. This was a superb pitch, a mini-classic, which takes the obvious steep groove to an early crux through an overhang to gain a delightful narrow slab. This gives wonderful delicate climbing on small flowstone features and little holds, shuffling out to the arete at times. Vic then led the meaty crackline of Cinq Froid, one of the powerful fissures splitting the main face. This seemed a tad undergraded, and gave painful jamming and positive laybacking up a very rough, jagged crack. A tricky start led to massive jugs and a fun finish. I was feeling quite good, so upped the grade to lead the classic Besoins Naturels. This was a wonderfully satisfying way to finish the trip. It initially takes a thought-provoking but steady corner groove formed by the edge of the main face and the slab. Some good moves up to a ledge and rest. Then comes the final crack, totally different in character, snaking diagonally right across the face. This is sustained and excellent, generally positive holds, no obvious crux, just absorbing moves throughout. I was pleased to climb this 30m route quickly and cleanly, feeling reasonably strong at last. We finished with two shorter routes, as the sun came out for the first time since Monday just in time for our drive to the airport. Another great trip, despite the lowly grades of the routes - inevitable given the fact that I'd only had time for one day on rock since last summer.

Gros Roucas climbing

Crag: Gros Roucas, Chateaudouble, Provence
Routes: Histoire Sans Fin (f5+,5+:led p.2), Peu d'Elephant p.1 (f5:led), Botanicus (f5+:sec), Variante (f4+:sec), Ciel Sauvage p.1 (f5:sec)
This was a late start by our standards, not leaving Esterel until 9am after a rare croissant and coffee breakfast on the terrace. As we were both somewhat fatigued after yesterday, it seemed like a logical choice to go back to Chateaudouble, and specifically the crag we'd bushwacked into, then been rained off, on Sunday. The routes are all two pitch affairs, but are relatively gentle, and the guidebook descriptions sounded superb. We arrived at the crag after a steep walk-in, to find the anticipated ultra-tranquil ambience. Nobody was around, despite the bank holiday, and we climbed all day to the rush of the river far below. Vic led the first pitch of Histoire Sans Fin, a local classic at around HVS/5+. This opening pitch was very good, and an ideal start up an elegant, simple slab of hard, grey limestone to a tricky crux move into the obvious groove. However, it was merely the aperitif for the stupendous second pitch. Good fortune gave me the lead, and the ground dropped away immediately as I left the small belay on sharp holds. The route moves gradually left round a blunt rib to make its way up a central tower. The climbing is out of this world, just perfect in terms of position and moves. The wall is steepish, but the rock is stupendous rough grey limestone, sculpted into wonderful sharp pockets and incut holds. It steepens to a short crux up a wide groove just before the top. This pitch is given four stars and a very enthusiastic description in the local guidebook! I wouldn't begrudge a single one of them, as it was up there with the best pitches I've ever done. Vic had belayed me on his grigri, so couldn't ab off. We initially tried to walk down, inevitably flailing through awful impenetrable maquis within minutes. So after hacking around and shedding yet more blood, tearing yet more clothing, we made our way back to the top chain and abbed off to the middle belay, hauling my belay plate back each time. After pissaladiere and a 2 kilo slice of quiche, Vic doubted my ability to get off the ground on the next route, but fortunately the initial slab of Peu d'Elephant was gentle. It was also extraordinarily rough limestone, giving the impression of an elephant's hide, and felt rather like pulling up shards of glass. It led to the central ledge. Vic then embarked on the big lead of Botanicus, a 36m sustained pitch up the all-too-obvious chimney/groove in the centre of the crag. My quiche didn't affect me too much for the steep initial groove, which overhangs gently for 5m or so, until the route moves more easily right into the main giant groove. I took the left wall of the groove, which was either a cop-out or an elegant solution, depending on your perspective. It gave fine climbing, though, on small positive holds, up to the very steep crux sequence at the top. I probably took this a little too far left, but it gave a pulsating few minutes work: generally good side pulls and wide bridging to the chains. A sustained route at around UK E1. Got down on the stretch of the rope, then did another slabby variant with rope above, before leading the initial pitch of Ciel Sauvage and going some way up the steeper second. Again, this was all on painfully sharp, rough limestone, and it was with some relief for my fingertips that we called it a day.

Sainte Victoire climbing

Crag: Mont Sainte Victoire, Provence
Route: Grand Parcours (uD+/HVS 5b f5,5,5+,4+,2,3,2,4+,3,4,5+,5+,5,4:led p.1,3,5,6,8,10,12,14)
This route certainly lives up to its billing: a very 'big course' indeed, and one of the most famous mid-grade Provencal climbs. I have wanted to do it since Tim and I were rained off this fabulous crag 18 years ago, spending an afternoon sheltering in a bush gazing at this superb, huge line through the rain. This week, we had to choose our day carefully and did so, with today being the best forecast of the week, following an easy shakedown yesterday, and a working day sandwiched between a Sunday and a Bank Holiday (thereby ensuring we had the climb to ourselves). The weather was stunning, deep blue sky, warm rather than hot, as we walked in to the crag. The term 'crag' barely seems adequate to describe the 18km limestone wall of St Victoire, however! The Grand Parcours can be divided into four sections: an opening four pitches up the steep needle of Aiguille Bertine, then a broken, scrambly section which leads to a superb Alpine ridge. The obvious finale is provided by the soaring headwall of Le Signal. As I say, a beautifully elegant and compelling line which is very obvious from the A8 motorway, and grabbed me yet again as we drove to Ventoux last summer. I took the first pitch, which takes a delightful steep wall of limestone and looks hard from below. This is deceptive, however, as it is liberally furnished with hidden pockets and positive flakes which give lovely climbing. The problem, however, is that the entire wall is crisscrossed with different routes, most of which are single pitch. So following the true line of Grand Parcours is hard, initially, but also rewarding. I traversed left after 20m to gain a small ledge, then climbed delicately up superb pocketed rock to another large 'bucket' to belay in an uncomfortably cramped position. Vic then sought the easier rock left, soon gaining a simple, quite delicate slab which led to a big ledge and tree. We were now pulling away from the crag rats lower down, and my lead took the obvious steep crack past two reassuring trees. This was a good pitch, but harder than expected: the initial pull up was steep and polished, and the fixed gear notably only by its absence (one peg!). But we had a full rack, and I enjoyed the climbing up to a delightful stance overlooking Sainte Baume, heavy with the scent of Provencal herbs. Vic's pitch, the fourth, follows a slanting series of grooves diagonally left to gain some loose and easier shelves. Lovely sundrenched climbing to the tiny col at the top of the Aiguille Bertine and the end of the first section. I led a very easy long pitch, mainly walking, to the foot of the next short slabby wall, then continued up the left of this - a scrambly traverse gains a pleasant slab at around V Diff - until Vic led another scrambly pitch to gain the next major break, taken by the descent of Trace Noire. From this point, the route really unfolds: with the Signal headwall soaring intimidatingly above the ridge. First, the ridge must be gained, so I led a nice pitch up a series of enjoyable flake cracks to traverse right below the obvious overhang and belay in a tiny windgap at the start of the ridge. The wind whistled through the gap, and necessitated a fleece. Vic then led a long (70m) pitch up the superb Alpine ridge, very enjoyable, and I followed up with another long pitch which was even better, taking the obvious 15m steeper gendarme on the ridge, lovely climbing with a rare peg, to gain more knife-edged but easy climbing to the vegetated gap below the headwall. We were now out of the wind, and had a short break - relishing the views, the herbs and the tranquility - as we contemplated the onward route up the headwall. This looks even steeper from below than it looks from the motorway, but is a compelling objective. Vic led the long initial crackline, and I followed. The problem was that the sack was now becoming a real problem. It weighed several kilos with all the water, shoes and clothes, and the nature of this pitch made life awkward for me. The crack went easily up to a steep and sustained 20m section where it widened. With the big sack this became a brutal, physical struggle, very hard to get the weight off my arms with the sack pushing me out of the crack. Good characterful climbing though, with sharp holds, interesting bridging and jamming. Vic had a tiny hanging stance, and I ditched the sac with relief. The problem now was that I had the crux 5c+ pitch and was drained of energy after carrying the sac up the steep crack. Fortunately, the crux was short, up the steep left-hand crack splitting the final nose. Several old ring pegs reduced some of the stress, and I had to rest a number of times. One nut placement, to back up the old pegs, was awkward and semi-blind, taking up more of my dwindling energy. Difficult thrutchy moves finally gained a tree and easier climbing to a bigger ledge in a superb position high on the crag. The route kept coming, however, with a very steep start to the next pitch which gave Vic a few problems. I was dreading following with the big sac, as it required a very steep pull up a series of flakes before traversing left to gain an easier gully system, but in the event I'd regained some strength at the stance and managed the steep sequence reasonably well. The long series of grooves was superb, snaking left over the face to gain a tree and belay. This gave me the final pitch, our 14th, and exhilerating romp rightwards over to gain a superbly exposed rib hanging above the headwall. Easy climbing up this gained a couple of bolts and broken grooves to the summit ridge festooned with Alpine flowers and herbs. A wonderful few minutes of relaxation and recuperation, gazing out at the fantastic crystal clear views to the Rhone, the sea, Camargue, Ventoux and Maritime Alps. The day wasn't over, however, as we had to traverse the lovely ridge of St Victoire towards the Croix de Provence. I'd climbed the peak at the eastern end of the ridge, Pic de Mouches, ten years ago so it was nice to be up here again. The ridge leads to the cave of the Tunnel de Garagai, and this kicks off an intriguing and wonderful descent, which just tops the day off. Good, polished scrambling through the huge caves leads to an intricate series of grooves and shelves to gain a scree funnel. The route continues in this vein, intricate and fascinating scrambling through hostile terrain. It is basically a gradually descending traverse, the only way to negotiate the series of crags the runs along the entire length of the face. It also gives superb views of the ridge and headwall of our route in perfect evening sunshine. A long, rewarding, memorable day - more than 7 hours car to car. Pizza and beer on the terrace was much appreciated that evening.

Chateaudouble/Dramont climbing

Crag: Rebouillon, Chateaudouble, Provence
Routes: Rebouillon de Culture (f5:led), Prise d'Info (f5:sec), Fa, Si, la Grimper (f5:led), Mais t'es Haut (f5+:sec), Fort Braillard (f5:sec)
Crag: Cap Dramont, Esterel, Provence
Routes: L'Orange (f6a:led), Razzia sur la Schnouffe (f6a:sec), Feu Interdit (f6a:sec)
It looked like the start of our fourth consecutive May climbing trip to Provence would be thwarted by bad weather as we sat listening to thundery rain in the early morning. By 9ish, the sky was looking a little brighter so we headed off to Chateaudouble - the longer drive giving the crags time to dry, we hoped. We'd been very impressed by the large Marinouns crag in this valley last year, so decided to start off with the easy routes lower down the valley this year (mindful of a potentially huge day tomorrow). The gorge is now barred to traffic, with climbers parking near the barrier: the effect is to increase the tranquility and attractiveness of an already lovely setting. After a short walk-in, I kicked off with an ideal relaxed lead of a pleasant f5, which takes a steepish wall to a delicate finish. Vic then led a route up the obvious cracks/groove to the right, at a similar grade: trending left across the wall. Another slabby f5 lead for me culminated in a very nice orange slab: quite delicate and thought-provoking. Vic then led the main classic of this smaller crag: Mais t'es Haut, an excellent 28m pitch with takes a steep wall of grey limestone to a crux bulge. This gains a gap in a long overlap. A splendid pull through this on sharp holds gains a superb final groove. Perfect jugs and bridging make this comfortable until it really steepens just before the top: but huge holds sustain the standard. Great pitch, followed up by the variant start of Fort Braillard to its left which gives slabby climbing on flat holds. The weather was beginning to threaten, so we had a quick lunch (the now traditional pissaladiere) before heading up to the bigger and more isolated crag of Gros Roucas. It began to rain as we walked in, prospects not looking good, but worse was to come as we failed to read the guidebook and ploughed blindly into the maquis. Cue a hellish half hour of muddy flailing, ripped clothes, cuts and bruises as we tried to locate the crag in thick vegetation. We finally lost touch with each other, just as the rain got worse and a tremendous thunderstorm erupted. I eventually retraced my steps and the heavens really opened: torrential rain, the path flowing with water. We jumped into the car, soaking wet, and drove towards the coast. Within 5k, at Draguignan, it was dry! So we drove round to Cap Dramont for a couple more routes before dinner. As usual, once we were off the limestone and on to the rhyolite of Esterel, we could immediately lead a grade harder, so I kicked off with L'Orange, a short route on the lower, pathside 'tier' of Dramont. This goes gently up to a short, steep and intense crux sequence. Good sharp holds, and quite powerful at the top, as are the two similar routes to the left (Razzia) and right (Feu Interdit).

Llangynhafal Loop

Race: Llangynhafal Loop (4.75m/1750ft) 
Time/Position: 44:48 (5th from 72 [3rd V40])
With our flights to Nice leaving Liverpool later in the afternoon, this was perhaps a little ambitious in terms of scheduling. But Vic and I thought we should be able to squeeze it in, and at least we were well motivated to get a move on! A fairly relaxed start saw a group of five or so pull away at the front, but Jez soon built an unassailable lead leaving the rest of us to fight it out for second. I kept a reasonable pace going on the always deceptive climb up Nant y Ne to the gully: it always looks gentle, but never feels it. I did my usual striding on the gully, no running, and got the top of Famau in third. But it was all very close and I was losing ground with every descent. Felt reasonably sharp along the ridge but never sensed that I was pulling away from those behind. After losing quite a bit of ground to fast descenders, I had a good final climb and our group of chasers more or less reassembled as we crested the final spur. It was then a downhill sprint, flat-out, for second: a race I inevitably lost as quicker descenders thundered past on the steep slopes back to the finish. Just over 12 seconds separated 2nd and 5th. Vic and I then ran down to the car and drove to the airport to begin our annual Provencal climbing holiday.

Mynydd Troed fell race

Race: Mynydd Troed fell race, shortened route (7k/550m)
Time/Position: 1:02:54 (38th from 80)
A disastrous start to this year's Welsh fell running championships. My decision to do the 10 mile champs yesterday initially seemed vindicated when our group of North Walian runners arrived in Pengenffordd near Talgarth in gale-force winds and driving rain. Several trees had blown down and the paths were pouring with mud and water. As I'd gambled, the race was shortened, and I hoped this would suit my tired legs. The initial climb up the northerly ridge of Troed felt anything but suitable and was characterised by a ferocious tail wind, which sometimes helped as it blew us upwards, but sometimes came from the side - knocking runners down like skittles and reminding me of the Borrowdale OMM, last year's Carneddau race and numerous other similar outings! I sought the shelter of the lee slopes and crawled up on hands and knees in places: torrential rain throughout, me in tried and tested full battle gear of thermals and waterproofs. The splendid well-defined ridge wasn't as bad, exhilarating rather than desperate, and I began to pick up a few places then took six runners on a superb, if slippy, descent to Cwm Sorgwm. Managed a complete somersault just before the ground levelled off. Then, disaster struck! On emerging at the road, I made the worst error I've ever made on a fell race and stupidly followed the tape of the original route all the way to the farm at Blaenau Draw, instead of just heading up the level road to the right. This lost me several minutes and completely ruined any chance I had, so I just plodded miserably back to retrace my steps to the road and tried to keep a reasonable pace going past several blown-over trees until the very steep second ascent of Mynydd Troed back up the SW slopes to the main summit. I began to tire on this, and lost even more ground as my shattered legs began to protest at what I've put them through this last week. The final descent was always going to be 'interesting' and so it proved as we got a right old battering descending into the teeth of the gale: my waterproofs acting as impromptu parapentes, blowing me back up the slope. More drama was to come, as John returned to the finish with serious hypothermia.

Wrexham 10 mile

Race: Wrexham 10 mile (North Wales Championships)
Time/Position: 58:27 (11th from 116 [2nd V40])
Found myself on the horns of a dilemma before this race. Last Sunday's marathon was still in my legs, as was Wednesday's ferocious Border League climax, and I'd done the full Moel Famau run last night (in superb clarity of rain-washed light, with views of the Lakes and the Isle of Man). More to the point, the first race in the Welsh fell running championships was scheduled for tomorrow near Brecon. But, after a family trip to Chester I took one look at the appalling weather forecast and decided I'd risk this race first. My twisted logic went something like this: it looked like Sunday's race would be either shortened or just a navigation-heavy plod in 'survival' mode, so what harm could a 10 mile race on the roads the day before do? I think it was the right decision. I felt surprisingly comfortable throughout the race, started at 5:50 pace and got into a perfect little group of 4, as we took turns to bear the brunt of the headwind which was distressingly strong in places. It's been a few years since I've done this race, or indeed any 10m race, and this reminded me of what a nice distance it is, the ideal combination of 'speed' (modest in my case) and endurance (ditto). It's not the most scenic of courses, and it had been changed a bit this year, but we kept a steady pace through 5m (28:45), then increased it a bit until the wind picked up at the turn in mile 9. This cost me sub-58, as we all struggled to gain the more sheltered running which led to the finish, losing a bit of time. As always, my lack of finishing kick meant the two lads in my little group pulled away just before the end. Ended up with four prizes later on: 2nd V40 in the Championships, 1st V40 in the open race (although I was actually second), with Buckley winning 1st Veteran team and 2nd team overall. Cue a desperate attempt to recover in time for tomorrow's fell race.

Deeside border league

Race:Deeside 4m+ (Border League race 7) 
Time/Position: 23:57 (22nd from 271 [3rd V40])
This was not a particularly pleasant experience. Wet, cold and miserable as we jogged across the Dee to the windswept start. Although I felt OK during the warm up, I knew that this was going to be the archetypal 'big ask' three days after the marathon. That said, I'd done exactly the same thing two years ago (ie. this race 3 days after London) and finished 20th so there were some grounds for optimism. And it all had to be done, as it was the final race of a long season and I had to stay within ten places of another Vet to retain my second place, so set off close to him. He upped his speed after a slowish start, so I did too, then foolishly went past him. Cue a classic trip into the red zone as I blew well before the two mile mark. That was that, I thought, resigned to third place, helpless and in oxygen debt as a dozen runners stormed past me. But, to my great surprise, I managed to recover my breathing and pick up the pace again. It remained a struggle in heavy rain, but I gradually clawed my way back to pass several runners and finish within two places of the other vet and therefore retain second place in my category (and 2nd Vet overall, 107pts) at the enjoyable prize-giving later that evening.

London Marathon

Race: London Marathon
Time/Position: 2:59:07 (1112 from 38000)
This was an opportunity missed, in the sense that conditions were good for decent times - reasonably cool but sunny, with a slightly annoying headwind in places. But having done just two 17-18m road runs in training, I knew that there was no way I could get round in any sort of shape unless I started very slowly. A PB was never on the cards today, let alone the 2:36 that my recent 10k/half marathon times optimistically predicted! I had some endurance in my legs from recent long hill runs and the Excalibur marathon three weeks ago, and that all helped, but in general I just plodded round the first half in 1:28. I then kept to the same gentle pace (four of my 5k splits were exactly 21:25, and two others were within 10 seconds of this) throughout, just concentrating on dipping under 3 hours for the first time since Edinburgh in 2008. This was my 15th marathon, and 5th London, and the atmosphere was, as ever, absolutely electrifying. As with 2010, it was just really nice to feel comfortable enough to absorb it all - and I particularly enjoyed Bermondsey (family support), Tower Bridge and Canary Wharf (ditto).

Carneddau hillwalk

Peaks: Foel Dduarth
Area: Carneddau
Fired with enthusiasm after her conquest of Tal y Fan, E was keen for another trip. After doing radio in Bangor, it was a simple matter to incorporate this walk into our journey home. After parking at the Aber Falls site, M unsurprisingly found the steep road tiresome! We skirted Foel Dduarth to the north enjoying superb sea views. The clarity of light was magnificent, with perfect views to the Isle of Man. This is a steep, short ascent - reminding me of the brutal start to day two of the Rab Mountain Marathon last September, which climbed straight up the front of this hill. The pace was gentler this time, and we relaxed on the summit before descending to the col and down into Cwm Anafon to complete a little loop.

Holyhead climbing

Crag: Penmaen Head, Colwyn Bay
Routes: Tan y Lan Kids (f5:led), Big up the Lizard (f5+:sec)
Crag: Holyhead Mountain, Anglesey
Routes: Pleasant Surprise (HS 4c:led), Teaser (VS 4c:sec), Laceration (VS 5a:sec), Candlestick (HS 4b:led), Tension (VS 4b:led), Black and Tan (VS 4c:sec)
First time on rock since Great Slab on Cloggy over six months ago. As such, this was an ideal shakedown in preparation for our imminent Provence trip, but it started badly in freezing weather at Penmaen Head. We descended to the crag to find an icy northerly blowing directly in to the sunless west face. I led the easy f5 up the juggy flowstone on numb hands before seconding the good f5+ to the left, hands now feeling like useless stumps which is not ideal on fingery limestone, then giving up after the inevitable hot flushes. We retreated to the car then commenced a lengthy detour to Holyhead in search of warmer rock. A heavy shower drenched the town as we arrived, but by the time we'd got to the crag we'd emerged from the other side of it. Very fortunate indeed. Holyhead Mountain is the perfect shakedown venue after a long break from climbing: characterised by well protected routes which often feel like soft touches. We finally got out of the biting wind by heading to the amphitheatre, where I kicked proceedings off with a lead of Pleasant Surprise, a nice route taking a slab and easy crack to a steeper short crux on positive holds. Delightful to be back on sun-drenched rock after half a year away. Vic led the obvious corner line of Teaser, which gives nice climbing on fine jams but is sadly very short. Some spits of rain but generally sunny and warm out of the wind. Laceration has a short and quite fingery crux but continued the simple theme of all the routes in this amphitheatre - another easy slab to a steepening crack. We then moved round to the left-hand buttress, with great sea views. By now, more crystal clear air rendered everything pin sharp. Cold, mind, for my route Candlestick, which took a sunless groove gained by an awkward steep entry move. The groove gave delightful HS climbing again, with abundant gear and nice little bridging moves to a steeper section moving left into the sun at the top. Nice climb at the grade. We finished the day with the two classic VS's on the bigger face further right. My lead, Tension, began with an easy crack which leads to a thread. The continuation crack then gets quite steep with an initially intimidating move left to gain the upper face. It is all as safe as houses, though, and you just know there are going to be huge holds whenever you pull up. Excellent moves gain the top of the crack, then easier but still steep climbing to the top. A splendid pitch. Vic then led Black and Tan, a fine companion route. It is slightly harder and not quite as good, but still gives great climbing as it takes the very obvious traverse line right below the large roof after sharing the initial crack with Tension. Good positive holds under the roof lead to a short technical section to pull out of the crack at the end of the roof. It was a bit frustrating to have missed all the fine rock climbing weather in March due to other commitments, but this was a pleasant consolation and a nice way to start the season.

Llandegla biking

MTB Route: Llandegla Blue Circuit
Distance/Climb: 12k/200m
With M for his first real mountain bike trip. He rejected the green easiest route, probably rightly as it is only 5k and he was keen for some downhill action. The zigzag climb, followed by the long haul past the black grouse hide was the crux for M's young legs, but a judicious supply of biscuits and juice saw him through. I've probably done the red route 30 times but I'd never done blue before - so I was surprised by the quality of the downhill sections. M loved the first section leading to True Blue, before more excellent singletrack led to great views of the Clwydians. We stopped for a rest, with me doing a few hill reps, then continued to the lake. A great baptism for M: he really enjoyed it. Lovely weather too, still chilly, but bracing clarity of light.

Tal y Fan

Peaks: Tal y Fan
Area: Carneddau
After a week in the sunshine of Tunisia (and Sussex!) an Easter break in Conwy started wet and windy. But prospects seemed brighter this morning, and E was intent on a trip to Snowdonia. The weather was clearly awful in the centre of the park, but although it stayed cold throughout this was a lovely walk up Tal y Fan in great conditions of sunburst and light showers, the light ever changing. E wanted to see ravens, and we got two right on the summit. This was her first ever Snowdonian peak, although M went up Tal y Fan in my backpack aged 2 months! A lovely run round the Conwy half marathon course later in the afternoon: superb clarity of light for the sea views round the Orme, although a head wind and unpleasant squally hail shower made life uncomfortable on the return leg back to Conwy via the West Shore.

Christleton border league

Race: Christleton 9k (Border League race 6)
Time/Position: 33:39 (36th from 256 [6th V40])
This was always going to be a little tiring, following yesterday's marathon, but since this season's final race also comes just after London I thought I might as well give it a bash. I tried to rationalise it as an energetic warm-down, justifiable given the snail's pace at which I competed in yesterday's event! The legs were inevitably rather sore for the first couple of miles, but I gradually began to feel better throughout the race and started to pick up a few places over the off road section and particularly during the final gentle climb back to Christleton. Finished 24 places down on race 5 at Mold, but still enjoyed the race in more beautiful weather.

Excalibur Marathon

Race: Excalibur Mountain Marathon (43k/1403m/BL)
Time/Position: 4:22:36 (9th from 250)
Not a conventional 'mountain marathon', in the mode of the OMM or RAB, but rather a properly measured marathon distance over the Clwydian hills: a kind of informal, non-competitive hybrid between a long fell race and a road marathon. Billed as Britain's toughest off-road marathon, it was just an ideal local training run for me: good, if late, preparation for London. Even if I hadn't been ill last week, I doubt I would have been in a position to properly race this having not had time for enough long runs. As it was, I just kept a nice steady (slow!) pace throughout and really enjoyed the relaxed nature of the event. A small group of sub-5 hour runners started at 9.30, jogging along the fire roads east of Famau to gain the ridge at the fingerpost. Then the usual Friday night route to near the summit before dropping down to Cilcain. A long tarmac haul gains the climb up fields to the next checkpoint at the Moel Arthur car park. All very relaxed and slow-paced. Nice and friendly despite the odd urban ipod wearer! From here, the long looping bridleway on the Vale side led down to Llandyrnog, before a long but gradual climb gained the other gentle bridleway that skirts the Vale side of Pen y Cloddiau. A tough climb over Moel y Parc and back down via Aifft was perhaps the crux. Then comes the delightful home leg along OD across the top of the ridge via Pen y Cloddiau, Arthur, Famau and Fenlli. Perfect conditions: cool and cloudy after a warm week, unusually dry underfoot, and nice to be doing a long race over ultra-familiar hills that I've crossed hundreds upon hundreds of times. More notable, it is a nice logical loop of a route, which is not always easy to arrange in the unhelpfully linear Clwydians! Easy first half, with lots of road and track, climaxing with a tour of all the peaks (in that sense, somewhat reminiscent of the Jungfrau marathon!). I became increasingly distressed by the numbers of discarded bottles, though: I assume this will compromise the future of the event.

Llanferres loop

All training severely disrupted after a week in Armenia which saw a mild cough get considerably worse in the cold, dry climate. Despite this, the trip was superb with the highlight being a tour of Vayots Dzor along the border with Nakhichevan (an exclave of Azerbaijan) which is particularly spectacular at the high Tukh Manuk pass. This towers above the tiny de jure Azeri enclave of Karki/Tigraneshen, and is followed by the gorge of the Arpa and the superbly situated monastery of Novarank. At the highpoint of the trip in Jermuk, well above 2000m and just west of Nagorno Karabakh, the snow was almost head height, burying several buildings after a freak winter. Indeed, it snowed while we were there. Excellent wild Caucasian mountain scenery as we descended back to the Arpa valley. Views of the extraordinarily isolated peak of Mount Ararat became increasingly clear throughout the trip: a fantastic sight from Khor Virap, but still impressive from Yerevan and even up near Garni next day (another fine gorge). Ararat looks every inch of its 5137m when the weather is clear and would be nice to climb, though the logistics are apparently complex. By this morning, several days after returning home, I was feeling a little better after the trip, although I still struggled with the initial climb up Fenlli. The weather has been perfect in Wales for days, as it has by my reckoning since 2007 at this time of year. The warmth helped and, after coughing up a quantity of phlegm, I began to feel better as I descended from Fenlli. It was almost hot as I continued south along OD to the superb path west of Moel Gyw. Over the shoulder of this to Llanarmon, then a series of extended intervals back to Llanferres. Followed up with a bouldering session at Pot Hole, mindful of not having done any rock climbing in preparation for our forthcoming Provence cragging trip. Warmed down by cycling to work in glorious sunshine.

Berwyn run

Peaks: Cadair Bronwen, Tomle, Moel Sych, Cadair Berwyn
Area: Berwyn
A very enjoyable reccie of Peter's new Ras y Berwyn, which is planned for June. After doing the full Famau run last night, we took it fairly easy for the very steep start up a little lane above Llandrillo. The track then eases a little and becomes superbly runnable, although it is almost a constant four mile climb to the top of Bronwen. The weather was excellent - clear and sunny with shifting shower clouds over Aran and Arenig. The route across to Bwlch Maen Gwynedd gives excellent running, with great wild views down to Cwm Llawenog. A peaty haul up to Tomle, then SW along contouring tracks below the steep, broken east face of Cadair Berwyn to finally climb back up to the ridge at Moel yr Ewig. Appalling tussocks lead down to the superbly situated Llyn Lluncaws, probably the finest spot in the range. This will be tricky in the race, to say the least! Some debate in our small reccie group (me, Jez, Peter, Kean, Sandra) as to the best route. Then a steep but scenic climb up the obvious ridge to Moel Sych and along the main ridge to the top of Cadair Berwyn. We left en masse for the excellent but boggy long descent west to Cwm Tywyll. A couple of sleety showers as we headed north back to Llandrillo. A fine circuit with the potential to become a classic race. Jez and I then headed back up the tracks for an extra few miles around Cefn Pen Lletty, mindful of the forthcoming Clwydian marathon.

Bryn Alyn-Moel Famau loop

No races for a while, so a good opportunity to try to catch up with marathon training before leaving for a weekend in South Wales. I left Cadole before 4pm for the pleasant run to Maeshafn then through the woods to the 'Beast' up to the top of Bryn Alyn. I then extended the run out towards Eryrys, then back via the edge of the quarries to join the original race route back to Maeshafn. From here, I upped the pace back to the Collie before joining the normal Friday night group run up Famau. Felt like a beneficial longish outing, with plenty of climbing, but again was another reminder of how much work I have to do to convert my 10k speed - such as it is - to any kind of fell running form.

Waun y Llyn long run

Hopelessly behind in my training for two forthcoming marathons, a familiar pattern. This was my first long run since Christmas, and followed a familiar route from home over the shoulder of Hope Mountain to Pontybodkin, then up the steep hill to Treuddyn. Wet snow fell throughout this section, which was rather unpleasant, and I remained cold and damp throughout. After the long haul up to Cae Hic, I was pleased to feel OK for the superb hilly running down to Llanfynydd, before the savage climb back up Waun y Llyn. Around 17m, but a good deal of climbing, so should be of some value for the forthcoming Clwydian marathon - if not London.

Dash in the Dark

Race: Dash in the Dark fell race (4m/700ft)
Time/Position: 25:38 (6th from 37 [3rd V40])
Having missed the first two 'dashes' this winter, I was pleased to be able to make the last one: I always enjoy these friendly night-time trail races through the Llandegla woods. Well off the pace tonight, though, having not yet emerged from my usual cocoon of road racing through the winter months. As a result, I struggled on the climbs, even though they are relatively gentle, and even the terrain seemed harder than usual. It's always tricky to see your feet, of course, and it remains disconcerting even after about 10 of these races. Quite competitive at the front end tonight, more so than usual, and I finished well down the small field. This is about the point in the year when I usually try to make the transition from road to hill, so there's clearly quite a lot of work to do!

Mold Border League

Race: Mold 5.5m (Border League race 5)
Time/Position: 28:33 (12th from 294 [2nd V40])
After two disappointing races, it was about time for a better performance, so this was pleasing. It's always a tricky course tactically. You have to be reasonably measured in terms of energy expenditure on the long hill to Nercwys, but can't be too cautious or it becomes impossible to make the distance up over the remaining three miles. I stayed in touch with a largish group up to Nercwys, then gradually made up some ground to hang off the back of it for a while. I was then pleased to find I was feeling reasonably good on the undulating terrain back to Mold, so I deliberately pushed it on all the short hills - especially the last one, when I pulled away from the front of the group I was with. Unusually, I then managed to hold my position for the long and tiring run-in up the exhausting 'false flat' to the finish. I think I'm currently second V40 with two races to go, but it's still very tight and both remaining races come immediately after marathons!

Wrexham half marathon

Race: Village Bakery (Wrexham) half marathon
Time/Position: 1:19:15 (14th from 500 [3rd V40])
This was intended to be a full PB attempt as part of my London training. Lack of spare time, and a focus on short races, meant that I didn't really have the miles in my legs though. I started reasonably well, going through 5m in 28:50, and stayed on target for 1:16 until somewhere on the muddy tracks between miles 7 and 8. A surprisingly strong headwind, a tiny incline, and my lack of long runs led to the inevitable consequence. I developed a crippling stitch and started to drop back. However, something then happened that eclipsed that slowing pace. Some miscreant had changed the race markers at a distant road junction. Some runners went left, some right. I've done the race a few times before but in my oxygen-starved state couldn't remember which way it went. Cue an incredibly frustrating waste of precious time as we decided which arrow was correct! I suffered less than many (several runners cut the corner), but by the time we got going again all tempo, all commitment was lost. I was then fighting a losing battle, going through 10 miles in 59:40 and struggling to finish in sub 1:20. I can't help contrasting my performance with my last half marathon at Vyrnwy. I came into that having done no road running for eight months, struggled for the first five miles but then adapted to the tarmac and kept 5:59 pace going to the end. This time, after far more recent speed training and racing, I started well but could not sustain the pace. Not rocket science. I finished in a reasonable position, but whoever changed the signs completely ruined the race for the first 30 or 40 runners. The North Wales Championships were abandoned, and the race more or less invalidated.

Nercwys mountain biking

A short trip around Nercwys forest with M: his first foray off-road on his new mountain bike. We rode through the middle of the forest on the main track first, then sampled the narrow and surprisingly rocky singletrack to the west. M enjoyed the descents! Tried to increase the running mileage again this week, after last week's enforced lay-off. Will run up Famau tomorrow night but rest on Saturday with a view to a PB attempt at the Wrexham half on Sunday.

Nick Beer 10k

Race: Nick Beer 10k (Llandudno)
Time/Position: 36:34 (15th from 870 [4th V40])
Having spent the week in the Ukraine, in a freak cold snap of -26C, I certainly felt well-rested coming in to this race: running was not an option in Kiev or Kharkov! Baffling, then, that this turned into my worst performance since the Brenig race last summer. I felt tired almost immediately, suffering even on the gentle initial climb around Marine Drive then really slowing for the steepest inclines past the lighthouse. I then recovered and pushed it on the descent, getting up to 11th place, before finally accepting that it wasn't my day and comprehensively blowing for a second and final time on the tiny hill past the tram station! An unpleasant finish along the prom ensued, feeling very uncomfortable and very tired. Well over two minutes down on my time at Twin Piers, a mere three weeks ago. No idea what the problem was: possibly cumulative sleep deprivation after a busy week away, or possibly just one of those days.

Rhug Cross Country

Race: North Wales XC Championships, Rhug (11k)
Time/Position: 41:13 (11th from 60 [3rd Veteran])
Not a discipline I often indulge in, but I thought I'd give the championships a bash having yet again missed all the cross-country league fixtures this year. As a result, this rather pedestrian performance was about as much as could be expected. The Senior Male race attracted a small but strong field and I lost contact with the leaders almost immediately. That said, the course was steep in places, and scenic (perfect cold, sunny weather), and the field settled into their places quite early so some sort of rhythm was possible on the long flattish sections. Two stream crossings and a quagmire kept things interesting for the three long laps of the Rhug country estate near Corwen. I picked up a trophy for third veteran overall, and Buckley got Silver medals in the team and vet team competition.

Twin Piers 10k

Race: Twin Piers 10k
Time/Position: 34:17 (11th from 367 [1st V40])
I have always wondered what this race would be like with a serious tailwind, as a point-to-point route heading from Llandudno to Colwyn Bay with the prevailing westerlies. Today, my third time in the event, I got the answer: a considerable help! So I'm not sure whether this time, a PB by 28 seconds, is entirely legitimate despite the accurately measured course. It would, I suspect, be regarded as wind-assisted by any serious authority! That said, the climb over the Little Orme remains steep and hard, and this year there was an extra loop around Rhos which detracted from the elegant simplicity of the normal route and gave us a brief taste of the headwind. Before the race, I had thought I might get close to sub-35m, but don't think I am quite in genuine PB shape at present. The field was very strong, the pace exceptionally quick along the prom. I worked well with Richard, at a similar pace, and passed the leading runner in my category within the last 500m to win first V40 by 4 seconds. This time would have given me 2nd place last year, which must say something about the conditions. My first 10k since 2010, though, so generally pleased with the performance and the fact that I (very) briefly glimpsed the possibility of sub-34m.

Abergele Border League

Race: Abergele 5m (Border League race 4)
Time/Position: 28:13 (15th from 315 [3rd V40])
This season's League just seems to get more competitive with each race. This went reasonably well in the circumstances, as I worked my way into a decent group of runners west into the inevitable headwind on this seaside course, feeling relatively relaxed. The group then quickly broke up, leaving us all exposed to the wind as we hugged the coastline. I then picked up a couple more places on the off-road steps up to the caravan site (which inevitably slow times on what would otherwise be a fast, measured 5 mile route). I felt pretty good with a tailwind on the long haul back to Pensarn, yet still lost out to three runners with faster finishing kicks in the last 100m! This time was a bit slower than I'd hoped, suggesting I may not be in 10k PB shape at the start of 2012 (a tad over optimistic) although it did take 20 seconds off my 5 mile PB. I do like this course, though: it is somehow far more pleasant than the otherwise similar seaside circuit at Prestatyn.

Hangover Hobble

Race: Hangover Hobble (10k/300m)
Time/Position: 39:25 (6th from 76 [3rd V40])
A nice way to start the year - a fine, runnable route to the top of Cyrn y Brain from Llandegla. The combination of a strong field and gently inclining fireroads for most of the ascent meant that the pace was high all the way up. Strong winds blew in heavy rain for the very muddy descent - which takes a great route through the trees, similar to the Dash in the Dark routes in places. Weaving little paths led to a leap into a stream before the usual finish past the lake. I pulled clear of two runners near the monument on top, then tried to catch the two in front on the fast, enjoyable descent. I failed to do so, but it was a good speed session nevertheless!

Carneddau walk

Peaks: Pen yr Olau Wen, Carnedd Dafydd
Area: Carneddau, Eryri
A pleasant short outing with Rich. Mild drizzle as we set off, an enormous contrast with the superb winter climbing conditions this time last year. The slopes up to Cwm Lloer were very boggy, then wet scrambling gained the ridge. Drier weather made lunch on the summit more comfortable, but a biting cold wind and lowering cloud base spoiled the ridge walk to Dafydd. My first rest day for quite a while, as I continue to push the running mileage, partly because of the bad weather (hence lack of other options!) and lack of races.

Llangollen Skyline run

An excellent longer run, the culmination of recent attempts to up the training slightly following the final race of the year at Tattenhall. Neil, Jez and I set off from the Ponderosa in bracing sunshine, jogging up to the top of Cyrn y Brain before enjoying the superb descent down to World's End and along Offa's Dyke to Llangollen. Some flat respite along the canal towpath to Rhewl, then a desperate sting in the tail up the 'Conquering Hero' path, which stays unrelentingly steep until the summit of Moel y Gamelin. From here, fine running along the ridge over Moel y Faen back to the Ponderosa. Neil and I did a version of the same 16m route, starting from Llangollen, two years ago: it is perhaps even more challenging this way round and I would like to put it on as a race some time. Good urban running in London last weekend, followed by a pyramids session on Monday and a 12-miler round the forest tracks on Tuesday. I intend to do the Famau run Friday, then run back from Llanfair DC to Cadole on Christmas Eve - should manage a 55 mile week.

Tattenhall Border League

Race: Tattenhall 10k (Border League race 3)
Time/Position: 35:41 (17th from 271 [3rd V40])
Poured with rain throughout this race, just as it did the last time we were here for the Tough Team in June. I was hoping for at least a top 20 finish, given reasonable current form, but should perhaps have done a little better on a course that theoretically suits me. Started off relatively slowly, intending to push it on the long double climb into the Peckforton Hills. This tactic worked reasonably well, although I lost a place on the fast and very long final run-in to the finish at the Sports Club. I took a minute off my previous best for this course and I'm now wondering whether I could get close to my 10k PB on a flatter course. Very tight overall in my category after three races: just three points between 2nd place and me currently in 4th.

Cardington Cracker fell race

Race: Cardington Cracker (9m/2600ft/AM)
Time/Position: 1:23:06 (12th from 291 [3rd V40])
Another end-of-season away day, but in the more familiar territory of the Shropshire Hills this time. That said, this is only the third time I've raced in this very pleasant mini-range around Church Stretton. This is a classic outing giving superb running in places: our carbon footprint was pleasingly small, too, with six Flintshire runners in one vehicle! The race takes in some of the terrain traced by the Stretton Skyline, which I did in 2009, but uses very different routes up the two key hills of the Lawley and Caer Caradoc. We began from the village through stubble fields into a freezing headwind which then helped us a bit for the ferocious climb up the Lawley from the east: hands and knees at times, but mercifully brief, as with all these hills. A superb descent, well remembered from the Skyline race, with me in 18th position at this point. Good running across fields and a wood led to the almost equally steep climb up Caer Caradoc. I was starting to pick up places, although my underdressed right arm, leg and face (exposed to the icy wind) began to freeze up as I crossed the ridge. Caradoc is a lovely little hill, enlivened today by sweeping hail and sunbursts over the Long Mynd to the west. The final climb up and over Hope Bowdler hill is gentler but drawn out, with superb airy running throughout. I passed a few runners and thoroughly enjoyed the long, gently descending run-in back to Cardington - just failing to catch the chap in front. Won the first V40 prize at a raucous village hall later on, although the truth is that I was off the pace and really only 3rd.

Clwydian run

A grim start from Cadole in howling wind and lashing rain this morning. I didn't hang around for the run along the leet then up to the ridge at Moel Dywyll. Very strong crosswinds made life difficult to Moel Arthur, but it soon eased and the run up Pen y Cloddiau was surprisingly calm. An easy jog down to meet Kate in Bodfari after just over 90 mins of running. Picked the car up later following a day in the Vale. After a few days in the Arabian heat of Dubai and Sharjah last week (enlivened by a desert trip to the interior near the Oman border), I'd been trying to make up for lost training time with a novel sleepless post-flight run up Moel Famau on Friday night before following up with a brisk 10k yesterday.

Tour of Pendle fell race

Race: Tour of Pendle (16.8m/4830ft/AL)
Time/Position: 2:52:18 (44th from 385)
This was conceived of as an end-of-season 'away day' to a classic Lancashire fell race, and worked perfectly in that respect. I have a tendency to split races into 'competitive' and 'tourist', but it has been a long time since I've really been able to put a race into the latter category and just plod round aiming for maximum enjoyment. Our small group of Welsh raiders really enjoyed this as a result. Peter sped off while Jez and I started at the back of the field in the pleasant village of Barley. Pendle towered overhead, quite isolated and impressive, rather like a northern Ventoux! A gentle trot past a series of reservoirs led to the first quite easy climb up to Pendle Hill itself at 557m. Perfect conditions: sunny, quite warm, deep blue sky. A boggy section led to a gloriously runnable long, gradual descent along a narrow valley to Pendleton Moor and the second checkpoint at the Nick of Pendle. More good running to Churn Clough reservoir, where I caught up with Peter. My ultra-slow start began to pay off as I upped the pace slightly for more fine running before I followed some local lads to take a steep line down the infamous 'geronimo' descent of Spence Moor. It feels like you're about to jump off a cliff as you approach it, but it's actually just a very steep and muddy hill. We then headed west through a valley and along to the fifth checkpoint at Howcroft Barn. Up to this point, the race had been very relaxed and enjoyable, but the hard work was about to begin with a steep, almost hot climb up Mearley Moor which is quickly followed by another sharp climb up Barley Hill. By now I was scooping water from small streams at every opportunity, dehydrating slightly but otherwise still comfortable. I caught Jez on the descent to CP 9, before the climax of the race - a 'Blorenge-like' hands-and-knees climb up the ultra-steep northern flank of Pendle Hill. A wonderful long descent then gains the valley and the finish back in Barley: all very relaxed and enjoyable. A fine, classic race which is very reminiscent of Shropshire's Long Mynd Valleys (albeit longer) in that it lulls you into a false sense of security before delivering a series of short but desperate climbs. It looks contrived on the map, but never feels it.

Birkenhead Border League

Race: Birkenhead 5.5m (Border League race 2)
Time/Position: 31:11 (14th from 304 [2nd V40])
Another encouraging performance which felt quite similar to last Sunday at Abergele. Not just because of the distance, but also because I felt relatively comfortable throughout, far more so than at the first race of this season in Prestatyn. Four laps of Birkenhead park, so I just concentrated on maintaining the pace and staying fairly relaxed on the third lap in the knowledge that I was able to pick up places on the gentle climb from the pond to the finish. Because of the twisting nature of this circuit, it was hard to ascertain position, so I was quite surprised to come away with my highest ever league finish.

Moel Famau night hike

I was keen to capitalise on Morgan's enthusiasm for the concept of a night hike, and waited until this evening to ask him because it looked likely that a full moon would illuminate our walk from Penbarras. In the event, though, mist and low cloud made torches necessary. The walk was quite atmospheric, and we enjoyed an eerie picnic in the dank mist near the top before the moon emerged from behind shifting clouds on the way down.

Abergele 5m

Race: Abergele 5m/North Wales 5m Championships
Time/Position: 28:51 (9th from 261 [1st V40])
As this event always clashes with the Clwydian fell race I'd only done it once before. However, I felt that the rigours of last weekend's OMM were sufficient excuse to opt for a 5 mile road dash today! Furthermore, I've been meaning to make more of an effort for the championship races for some time and this is a tricky course with some very steep hills that I hoped would suit me. Despite all this, the beautiful weather meant I still had some regrets at not being in the hills as I set off - although I was relieved to feel fairly sharp after last weekend. The pace was quite high, and a group of 5 or 6 runners formed after 2 miles. Another runner and I gradually pulled away, and he went clear on the steep hill after 3 miles where I blew last time I did the race in 2007. Because it's such a hilly course, you get some recovery time, and the finish was relatively comfortable as a result - a very fast final mile. I won the V40 prize in the race, and the gold medal in the North Wales Championships. This was the 25th anniversary of a fine race.

OMM Breadalbane

Race: Original Mountain Marathon, B Class, Day 2 (24k/1560m)
Peaks: Auchnafree Hill, A'Chairdh
Area: Breadalbane, Perthshire
Time/Position: 6:18:34 (19th from 180 [2nd Vet team])
Prospects looked much better this morning, with a higher cloud base, lighter winds and good morale after extensive refuelling at the overnight camp in Glen Almond. Nice views up to Meall nan Oighreag and other peaks, and even a little bit of blue sky allowing us to get a feel for this fine area at last. After an easy start, we planned to contour round for the next two CPs high above Glen Almond but went a little too high and so it became more logical to climb steeply over the spur of A'Chairdh to dib CP2 before another very sharp climb led to runnable terrain below Auchnafree Hill. The early weather optimism soon disappeared, and tricky nav in deteriorating conditions meant we had to skirt the rim of the cwm to descent the NE spur to CP3. Then an easy contouring line gained the next checkpoint, in fine and surprisingly dramatic Highland scenery just below the cloudbase, before a steep climb began the next crucial leg over the plateau of Auchnafree Hill. Huw was getting stronger and stronger, and our prospects began to look quite good. We followed an obvious fence line in more persistent rain, over the subsidiary peak of A'Chairdh, to gain the fine eastern cwm of Ben Chonzie. Tricky terrain, very boggy, and a big crocodile of competitors to follow (the first time in the weekend that I really felt we were following a big line though, which is a good indication that the area worked as a venue). After dibbing in a little high cwm, we had another critical leg in thick mist over the curving southern ridge of Chonzie: sticking to a precise bearing was critical. There were features, though, and we soon emerged from the mist to good views over the fine terrain above Loch Lednock. The views got even better as we negotiated the final checkpoints - with a superb sunburst over Ben Vorlich and Stuc a'Chroin to the west. The final run-in above Glen Lednock was a long haul, and we had to concentrate throughout, although Huw just got quicker until the event culminated in a flat-out sprint to the finish above Comrie in Betws-style oak woodland and pretty streams. A cracking weekend for my 4th OMM: good teamwork with Huw, which is what it's all about, and particularly pleasing for it to go reasonably well given my less than glorious record at this blue-riband event.

OMM Breadalbane

Race: Original Mountain Marathon, B Class, Day 1 (26k/1650m)
Area: Breadalbane, Perthshire
Time/Position: 6:15:01 (23rd from 180 [2nd Vet team])
Having missed last year's OMM in Dartmoor, which didn't appeal as a destination, a chance to compete in a more interesting locale came up over summer. I thought this area, between Loch Tay and Loch Earn, was ideal Mountain Marathon terrain - and the rough conditions on day one made it quite memorable. I'd expected dull 'pudding' hills, but it's actually quite a complex, lumpy and scenic area, wild feeling with very few paths and therefore fairly challenging navigation. Huw and I had a late start, so stayed at a Travelodge in Cumbernauld before setting off from St Fillans after 10am in steady drizzle. I fancied a line class for a change, and had demons to slay after two disastrous MMs this year (not to mention blobbing on the B class when Gary had to retire in 2007). After dibbing the first control, we entered the mist in a shallow bowl near Meall Reamhar then cut the corner to dib at a lochan further north. Then a very long leg in poor viz took us past a spur dropping from the summit of Creag Ruadh, above Glen Tarken. Kept dead on the bearing for 5k or so to emerge from the mist above a problematic river crossing. This looked like being a real issue and - after a tentative initial step - I disappeared up to my neck. Some breast-stroke became necessary, although it wasn't fast flowing, and we emerged gasping and obviously a tad moist and chilly. All rather distressing, but a steep climb through a small gorge warmed us up nicely and we emerged bang on a well-hidden CP3. The next leg was a simpler romp along a lumpy ridge to a stream below Stuc Mhor. The rain had become increasingly heavy, the visibility generally awful, and it stayed relentless for the next monster leg between CP4 and 5. This was always going to be the physical and mental crux, and was among the toughest I've done on a MM. An obvious track round a pipeline gained a stream which ultimately led to the top of Fin Glen. After this, conditions really deteriorated with driving rain and strong winds. This was unfortunate timing, as we were now quite high up and the terrain became very complex below the rocks of Creag Uchdag. Huw began to wilt and fall behind slightly, and I envisaged a re-run of 2007, as I became increasingly cold waiting. But we kept to the bearing and located a small lochan after a long climb. It was then a simple matter to drop down into the valley containing CP5. Even better, we got out of the wind and started to warm up. The rain was even heavier though, and we had no wish to stay up high in these conditions. Instead, we opted to descend the stream valley and contour the northern spur of Meall Aiteachain to CP6. A good decision, which gained us time and was far more comfortable in the prevailing weather. The remaining checkpoints above Glen Almond were easier, although we had an annoying long detour to cross the river safely via a bridge. A fortunate brief clearance enabled us to put the tent up in the dry before more heavy showers and strong gusts made sleep difficult at times.

Coed y Brenin Duathlon

Race: Coed y Brenin Off-Road Duathlon (3k/20k/3k)
Time/Position: 1:38:56 (11th from 40 [1st V40])
My first ever duathlon and, as such, a fairly steep learning curve. I was surprised and somewhat disadvantaged by the shortness of the two trail runs which book-ended the mountain biking, as it was inevitable that I would lose ground on the bike. Still, it was all a lot of fun with the mountain bike route taking in some of the best and toughest sections of the splendid Tarw trail. The initial trail race was just 3k, although quite sharp, with the first half a flat out dash down fireroads before a very long and steep tarmac climb led to a boggy fell race style section through trees to gain the transition. I was in fifth place after the first run in 13.33, but began to get overtaken on the bike after just 1 or 2k: unsurprising, but still dispiriting. I've done the Tarw Trail a few times before, and rode it in the early days of the 'Red Bull' circuit. However, the initial climb is surprisingly tough when you are racing in anger! I'd expected to lose most ground on the technical descents, but, to my surprise, I shot down the black Flight Path section and gained slightly on the riders in front. Superb singletrack riding with the bike performing quite well after its service. Very wet rock after heavy rain earlier in the morning. I slowed a bit then slipped a chain on the long open moorland climbs to the south. I felt the lack of toe-clips/cleats here. Inevitably, more riders passed me at this stage, although I shot down the descents. Indeed, the long fire track down to the final singletrack section saw me doing a fair impression (in my own mind at least) of a more muddy and less glamorous Vincenzo Nibali. Another very steep and technical climb saw me gain some ground before infuriatingly puncturing during the final very technical and tricky rocky section before the road crossing. This meant I had to run the last 2k, pushing the bike. It removed any chance of catching those in front, and meant that I was passed by two more cyclists before starting the final run. I maintained a reasonable pace for this, with the 6th quickest time, but didn't gain any places. A surprisingly intense and enjoyable outing.

Llandegla MTB

Mountain bike route: Llandegla red variant
Distance/climb: 20k/400m
Another quick blast on the newly refurbished bike, again by way of pointlessly late and inadequate training for next weekend's off-road duathlon. I left very early, in order to squeeze this in before the rain arrived, but drizzle accompanied the initial climb through the now denuded forest. Loads of new variations, diversions and annoying closed sections throughout the red and black loops. I haven't been to Llandegla for a couple of years and this was probably a reminder to stay away, particularly given the outrageous parking fees they now impose. Still, some enjoyable new singletrack sections - particularly out to the west with good views over Gamelin, and a good way to get yesterday's race out of my legs. Took in a few variants along the way, keeping the pace reasonably high for training purposes and staying in the middle ring. Around an hour for the circuit.

Prestatyn Border League

Race: Prestatyn 5.1m (Border League round 1)
Time/Position: 29:29 (27th from 310 [4th V40])
Having missed most of last season's fixtures through injury, I am quite keen to give the league a proper bash again this year. I think this race marked my 25th appearance in the BL and, as such, my final position today was disappointing. That said, my time was almost 40 seconds quicker than the 2010 running of this route, and yet I finished one place down - which all suggests that it was a distressingly strong field today. It certainly felt like that as I got in with a very tightly packed, large group which (unusually) held together without breaking up until we got to the turn in Rhyl. The pace was high and, although I was drafting a bit into the westerly headwind, I began to struggle as we regained the seafront and headed back east. This was my first short road race for a very long time, almost a year perhaps, and I felt a distinct lack of speed-endurance as I tried to maintain the pace for the last two miles. An uncomfortable shock to the system.

Hope Mountain MTB circuit

Mountain bike route: Hope Mountain Loop
Distance: 25k
A short blast on the mountain bike, my first MTB trip for a while. Three reasons for this. First, the imminent Coed y Brenin off-road duathlon, for which I have done no training. Second, the fact that I recently paid for a complete overhaul of my mountain bike and wanted to test it. Third, the desire to get yesterday's race out of my legs. A shame that the weather was unpleasant, which restricted the outing to a quick blast up Waun y Llyn and along the bridleways - the bike performing better than it ever has done before.

Breidden Hills fell race

Race: Breidden Hills fell race (7m/2000ft/AM)
Time/Position: 1:02:06 (14th from 155 [3rd V40])
The climax of the Welsh Fell Running Championships, the final race of the 2011 series, and as such a crucial event for me. Although I'd already done four of the races in all four corners of Wales (Llanbedr-Blaenafon, Llangynhafal Loop, 1000m Peaks, Ras Beca) I had yet to do a 'Medium' distance race, and my previous scores would have counted for nothing if I'd failed to turn out here. So the pressure was on a bit, and the field was unsurprisingly big and strong with a large contingent of runners in the V40 category. I was therefore relieved to feel quite good for the long, gentle climb up the fireroads to Middletown Hill although I slowed considerably as a strong headwind battered us for the steep climbs over the main ridge. I settled into a better rhythm as the ground levels off a bit for the picturesque rocky climb over Moel y Golfa, picking up places on the flatter wooded section before the final steep climb up Rodney's Pillar. I was glad that I'd done the race before, winning the V40 category last year, because a local gamekeeper had removed much of the tape and the route is rather complex! However, I still had some anxious navigational moments as I tried to stick with the group in front. Generally, though, I knew that my position was irrelevant and I just had to get a decent time in comparison to the leaders to record a reasonable final score in the championships. I ended up within a few seconds of last year's time, which was a tad disappointing but maybe I could blame the wind or over-racing! Excellent post-race food and a nice prize-giving at the village hall later on. I finished first V40/Vet in the 2011 Welsh Championships, and second in the overall Open competition, with 355 points. Between 86-91 in each race, which varied from the 4 mile dash over the Preseli Hills to the 22 mile epic of the 1000m peaks race. Consistently mediocre, in other words! It has been a thoroughly enjoyable and satisfying series, genuinely 'pan-Welsh' in geography and spirit.

Arenig Fawr fell race

Race: Arenig Fawr fell race (7m/2000ft/AM)
Time/Position: 1:05:30 (4th from 33 [3rd V40])
In danger of slipping into the trap of over-racing/under-training, yet again, but I couldn't resist a crack at this great event. The stunning weather of last week gave way to good running conditions of high cloud, cooler temperatures, albeit accompanied by strongish winds. I know the peak well, although I'd never done the race before. It heads up the track past the crags and lake - a very fast start - and remains runnable for much of the long ridge above Y Castell. It then moves right across boggy moorland to gain the summit ridge well away from the steeper rocky cwm I would normally take. I was battling for third place throughout most of the climb, but felt sluggish and slow throughout, and was passed by three or four runners just after the summit cairn. Mindful of next weekend's crucial Welsh Champs decider, and my dodgy achilles, I gingerly picked down the rocky summit slopes before opening out a bit lower down and regaining the places I'd lost. I took a fairly good line down, finally feeling less sluggish as we hit very boggy ground, and ended up missing 3rd place overall by 4 seconds. Won a prize for first V40 although the first two runners were also in the category. Fabulous cakes and soup for the finishers - a real shame that the turnout was so low this year.